Fated love: the unwanted bride

He turned his face slightly away.

Jasmine Yale’s focus was completely on Kamila Zahir, ignoring Sylvan Cheney. “Ah!”

When her dress was fully stripped off, Kamila Zahir screamed! Her face turned beet red from humiliation, yet she dare not move.

Jasmine’s gun was still pointed at her head!

“Miss, Miss… if… if… you like this dress… the… then… take it… but… but… can

you let me go… I really don’t know how I ended up here… I really don’t…”

Kamila Zahir had an innocent face, her big eyes appealing for mercy.

Jasmine scoffed.

She’s indeed so innocent! So naive!

No idea how she got up here, no idea how she ended up falling at Sylvan’s feet.

She’s really so innocent!

The same as before!

Once, when Kamila and Jasmine were fighting, Jasmine’s father happened to pass by.

Kamila immediately let go, then started to cry: “Dad, my sister hits me, I don’t

know why I upset her, but she hits me…”

Obviously, Kamila was fine later.

Jasmine, on the other hand, was badly beaten by her father.

Faulted for bullying her sister, not respecting and loving the young, being thoughtless.

Jasmine raised her head, glanced at Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney, she’s so innocent, do you think I’m terrible?” Jasmine asked.

She wanted to know what Sylvan was thinking.

Was he like her father, who thought she was wrong in everything she did?

Sylvan’s deep, elusive eyes revealed a cold indifference, like icy stalactites and chilling winds.

He lifted the corners of his lips, “Why do you care what I think?”

Jasmine thought, she didn’t really care, just wanted to ask.

“Mr. Cheney, Mr. Cheney, I really got lost…”

Kamila was almost prostrating at Sylvan’s feet now.

Her face tear-streaked and pitiful, like a mistreated doll, with dewy eyes.

Biting her pink lips, her tears trickled down “pitter-patter”, “pitter-patter”.

“Mr. Cheney, tell me.” Jasmine asked unwillingly.

Sylvan Cheney slightly bent over, his large hand resting on her hair.

Jasmine’s heart fluttered…

Her pulse raced.

“To me, you are the best.” He said.

Jasmine smiled, Mr. Cheney still gave her face after all.

At least, in front of others, he didn’t disappoint her.

Though, what he said was too fanciful, the best?

“Miss, I really got lost… Miss…” Kamila Zahir begged desperately.

If she had another chance, she would never dare to flirt with Mr. Cheney again!

Never dare to!

This man is not someone she should mess with.

“Your lingerie… It’s nice. I really, really like it.” Jasmine said indifferently.

Her gaze fell on Kamila Zahir’s fair, smooth body.

These years, Kamila Zahir had lived a good life.

“Miss, please, don’t take my lingerie. I can get you the same one tomorrow, okay?”

Kamila Zahir clutched her chest, her face pale.

“Ashamed?” Jasmine looked at her, tilting her head.

Kamila nodded firmly, her eyes darting about eagerly.

Jasmine found it amusing, Kamila Zahir could also feel embarrassment?

“But the one I want is the one you’re wearing, what should I do?”

“Miss, no, no…”

“I’m not a man, don’t act cutesy with me.”

Chills ran down Jasmine’s spine, this voice, so coquettish.

Sylvan Cheney cleared his throat slightly again and, disregarding Jasmine,

turned to walk towards his suite..